Klave

Cornelius Fudge. Lucius Malfoy. Two respectable pillars of the community, drawn together by a special bond. The love that dare not speak it's name. *Warning: These be slashy seas ahead, matey*

Harry is sad and lonely, whilst Draco is cold, and wishes people didn't hate him quite so much. Alone they are nothing, but together they have a chance to give each other what they truly crave. ``Slash.

~I don't want. I was cruel. I was unkind. I don't want.~ Short fic. Draco POV, implied slash.

I was his saviour, the strong one, the one that helped him put his life back together. A strange role, I thought, considering my own was falling apart.

Harry tried to tell him, but it was too late. Then Draco found out, and died for love.

Draco Malfoy. Eighteen, out of Hogwarts, imprisoned in a block of ice by his father wearing only boxer shorts. Could he be any sexier?

Harry confronts Sirius about the last fifteen years, but doesn't like what he hears.

Who is the mysterious new Malfoy? Why is Sirius still alive? Why is Harry teaching at Hogwarts?

It has been fifteen years since that terrible day at the Department of Mysteries, and Harry has realised he finally has to let go of the past. What he hadn't counted on was that sometimes the past doesn't want to be let go...

Is there any end to the pain and the loneliness? Is there a cure for the emptiness that eats at him? Is it better to have loved and lost?

A tormented young man reflects upon his wasted life, and considers his final release....

Sirius is in love! There is a slight problem, though....